Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight—Stephenie Meyer does.

EPOV

What was wrong with me? I had known this girl for less than five hours, and I had already kissed her. Well, kissed her forehead. Still. I couldn't believe that she hadn't pulled away and changed her mind about going out again.

I parked my car in my parent's drive-way and pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers. Physical contact wasn't something I ever participated in when it came to girls. I was awkward and clumsy around them. More often than not, I had only one date with the same girl. Conversations were always forced, and I stuttered and fidgeted a lot. It was beyond overwhelming that conversation with Bella flowed naturally and that I had actually held her hand of my own accord. It was utterly impossible to understand how I had leaned down and kissed her forehead without feeling like I was about to jump into water without the ability to swim. I was almost sure it hadn't happened at all.

There was a tinkling knock on the glass of the window. My eyes fluttered open and met the dancing blue eyes of Alice. I groaned and closed my eyes again. Bella's prediction about Alice's attack had obviously been right.

"Edward!" Alice yelled through the glass.

"You had better get out of the car right now. I need to know how everything went!"

I tried to put all my scattered thoughts in order. Without a doubt, Alice would get her way, whether I was ready to share or not.

She knocked on the glass again, this time louder. I looked up at her in horror as I realized what she was holding.

Two cans of silly string were placed in her hands, one finger resting on top of each spray nozzle. And they were pointed directly at my car.

I unlocked the door faster than I thought possible and was standing beside her in the next second.

"Don't. You. Dare." I warned her through my teeth.

She smiled evilly.

"I almost did," she replied cheerfully, unworried of my threat.

"I swear, Alice, if you leave one mark on this car—"

"Oh, quit being so melodramatic," she said, cutting me off with a wave of her hand.

"Just tell me how it went!" she squealed. "What did you say to her? What did she say back? Do you like her as much as you thought you would?"

I sighed and began to walk toward the front door of the house. Alice skipped along beside me.

"Well?" she pressed.

"It went very well. I said lots of things and she said lots back. And yes, I do like her." I blushed to be saying this aloud.

"Really? Well this is awesome then! I was afraid you'd act like your I'm-gay-and-I-don't-know-how-to-act-normal-while-on-a-date self and scare off Bella. Oh my gosh, I knew you two would be perfect for each other! Just think—"

Headlights flew around the corner and a yellow 911 turbo Porsche stopped beside the house, stopping Alice's endless chatter. I smiled up at the sky and silently thanked God. There was only one person I knew who owned a yellow Porsche.

I glanced over at Alice who was staring at the car wide-eyed, her expression pure lust. Only Lord knew how much she loved yellow sports cars.

A man with black sunglasses stepped out of the vehicle and I smiled again.

"Hey, Edward!" Jasper called as he took off the glasses.

"Jazz!" I called back. "What are you doing here?"

He laughed. "I told you I'd visit you over the summer."

I laughed too. It was true, my best friend had promised, but he had a tendency to loose phone numbers and addresses. Whether it was on purpose or actually an accident, I did not know.

"Long time no see," he said, winking.

"Yes, it's been, what? A week?" I joked.

His eyes widened and he let out a puff of breath. "Wow. That long, eh? I thought it was something like four days."

We both laughed, and I looked down at Alice again. All the lust had left her eyes, and she stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Her tiny mouth was now a straight line and her eyes were narrowed dangerously. Jasper followed my gaze and smiled hugely as he looked Alice over, head to toes.

"Well, well. Who's this little lady here? A little sister?" Jasper asked. Alice's mouth turned down into a grimace.

"How old are you, sweetie?" Jasper asked as if he was talking to a three year old. Alice took on a murderous expression and answered Jasper in a cold voice.

"I'm twenty-four, thank you very much." Jasper only laughed and shook his head. If possible, Alice became even more angry.

"How old are you?" she asked him. "Forty-five?"

Now Jasper shut up, and I couldn't help but smile. It was rare that anyone made him speechless. Trust Alice to be the one to do so.

"Alice, this is Jasper Whitlock, my best friend from NYU. Jasper, this is Alice, my twin sister," I said, getting the formalities out of the way.

Jasper held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, miss," he said cheerfully.

"Hmm." Alice made no move to uncross her arms.

Jasper continued to stare at her, an expression I couldn't recognize placed on his face. There was definitely apology, but there was also something else I couldn't place. It was almost—wistfulness? Alice, on the other hand, glared back.

"Jazz, I think Esme wanted to meet you formally," I said, trying to break the sudden tension in the air. "I know you talked to her on the webcam, but she wants a little more formality than that."

He didn't even glance at me. "Jasper," I said a little louder. His head snapped up and he cleared his throat.

"Okay," he agreed.

I turned and started to walk with Jasper at my side. Alice followed closely behind. Jasper glanced behind us at her, and then quickly looked back forward as he slid his sunglasses back on. Weird, I thought. Jasper had never acted like this around me.

"May I ask why you're wearing sunglasses when it's midnight?" Alice's lilting voice came from behind. Her voice was no longer angry, but it wasn't polite either.

"Protects my eyes from the moon light. It's worse than sunlight, you know," he responded, taking on a teacherly voice.

"Idiot," Alice breathed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jasper's lips turn down slightly.

Reaching forward, I opened up the door, sending a blast of light outside. Alice and I covered our eyes as they adjusted to the change.

"See?" Jasper grinned. "It's a good thing I'm wearing these."

Alice rolled her eyes, but she smiled slightly. Very slightly.

"Mom? I'm back, and Jasper is here, too."

Esme rounded the corner and smiled.

"Nice to see you Jasper," she said, smiling. "How is everything going?"

"Excellent," he grinned.

"That's wonderful." Esme gave him one more smile, then turned to me.

"And how was your date?" she asked excitedly. "I hear the girl you couldn't shut up about is actually Bella."

I looked down, embarrassed. Jasper new all about the girl I called brown-eyed-beauty. He would surely have something to say.

"You went on a date with her tonight?" he demanded, eyes wide.

I sighed. "Yes."

"And her name is Bella?"

I nodded yet again.

He let out a low whistle. "What's she doing here?"

Alice spoke up now. "She's lived here her whole life, and she's been my best friend since kindergarten."

"Wow," was all Jasper said. He took off his sunglasses and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light.

"See?" Alice said smugly. "The sunglasses sure were helpful."

Here's a bit more guys. Very very short chapter, but more will be added soon. I of course love Edward and Bella, but I also love Alice and Jasper's pairing, so I'm going to talk a bit about them too in this story. Let me know what you think ;-)

-Maiya L.